Solstice Secrets

During the whole day, Ling Dongzhi felt very ups and downs in his heart.He is very clear about the character of his mother. She is kind-hearted and soft-hearted. She dotes on her child and at the same time trusts her child unconditionally. When things get to her, even if she gets angry, there is a limit.That's why Ling Dongzhi boldly threw the bomb at his mother.Because he knew in his heart that she could accept it.But if it was Ling's father, he would have no idea.

Father Ling is a taciturn person, and he doesn't express his opinions easily.This family seems to be in charge of Mama Ling, but in fact the two children know that Mama Ling still listens to Papa Ling when something really happens.That is to say, about his relationship with Zhuangzhou, Dad Ling's nod means that the entire Ling family has accepted the matter.

Ling Dongzhi returned home anxiously with a bag full of his father's favorite food, and accidentally fell on the stairs when going upstairs.Ling Ma saw him come back from the balcony, she opened the door early and waited for him, seeing this scene was really angry and funny.When I took the bag from him, I couldn't help giving him a blank look, "Now you know how to be afraid?"

Ling Dongzhi had a begging expression on his face, wagging his tail pitifully at her.

Mother Ling sighed, and pushed on his shoulder, "Go in, your dad is watering the flowers on the balcony. You have something to say to him. Can he still be moved by such an old son?"

Ling Dongzhi was even more frightened by what she said, so he changed his shoes and went to the balcony honestly.

There are many flowers planted on the balcony of the Ling family.Growing flowers and fish is Ling's father's hobby. After retirement, he took Ling's mother to visit the flower, bird, fish and insect market every three days. Ling Dongzhi got used to placing flower pots on the balcony, which was also influenced by his father.

Ling Dongzhi peeked in from behind the dense leaves of the fortune tree. Father Ling was sitting on a small bench changing pots of cyclamen that he had just bought. Both hands were covered in mud. He heard footsteps behind him. , without looking back, said: "There is a small shovel in the bottom drawer of the cabinet, bring it to me."

Ling Dongzhi agreed, ran over to find the small shovel, and then ran back.

When Papa Ling took the small shovel, he turned his head to look at him with a feeling of emotion, "You little bastard, you have never been so obedient in front of me."

Ling Dongzhi's face was slightly hot, and he had the cheek to act obedient to him, "What's the matter, didn't you keep telling others how obedient your son is, it shows that my nature is like this, and it has been like a day for more than ten years..."

"You good?!" Papa Ling snorted, with disdain in his eyes, "Who poured ink into my purple sand pot? Who stole the blue and white brushes I had so hard to find and exchanged them for a broken album? Who..."

Ling Dongzhi leaned over and squeezed Papa Ling's shoulders with a flattering smile on his face, "Oh, Dad, you still said you were old, but I don't think you are old at all. It's happened in your life and you remember it so clearly , it can be seen that your memory has not deteriorated at all."

"Go away and sit down," Ling's father shook his shoulders impatiently, "I didn't see me working."

Ling Dongzhi hurriedly said: "I will help you."

"Clumsy," Ling's father muttered in disgust, and casually threw him another flower shovel, telling him worriedly, "Don't cut off the flower roots for me."

"I know, I know." Ling Dongzhi quickly reassured him, "You don't even look at what your son does, I'm a young painter with the most potential and the most promising future, and I can tell you that my hands are just a coincidence."

Papa Ling muttered, "What's the use of dexterity, it's unlucky."

Midwinter Solstice, "..."

Is this being rejected by his own father?

Father Ling looked at him with a complicated expression, and asked hesitantly: "What your mother said...is it true?"

Ling Dongzhi paused slightly with his hand, and nodded.

Papa Ling was silent.

Ling Dongzhi's heart slowly clenched into a ball.He knew that Papa Ling was a very traditional man. To start a family and start a business, to marry a wife and have children had always been his ultimate expectation for his two sons.He has never let him down since he was a child. He didn't expect that when he grew up, he gave his old father who was caught off guard a blow.

Sadness, guilt, and self-blame were rubbed together by the silence of the two at this moment, making him feel suffocated.The oppressive atmosphere made Ling Dongzhi's eye circles slowly turn red.

Papa Ling turned his head away, and sighed, "Have you thought about it?"

Ling Dongzhi gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

Father Ling lowered his head and continued to exchange flower pots for his cyclamen, but his tone revealed a sense of despondency, "If Lidong makes a fuss about this, I'll break his leg."

Ling Dongzhi heard some hidden deep meaning from his words, and his heart was shocked for a while, "Dad?!"

Father Ling straightened up on the small bench, his gaze fell heavily on Ling Dongzhi's face, moving slowly inch by inch.The look in his eyes was as if he knew this son for the first time.

Ling Dongzhi suddenly had an extremely strange feeling in his heart, panicked for no reason, "Dad?"

Father Ling seemed to want to reach out and touch him, but when he looked down and saw the dirt on his hands, he put down his raised arms and said with great emotion, "Son, you have grown up."

Ling Dongzhi's heart was beating faster and faster, and the confusion in his heart seemed to be superimposed layer by layer along with the heartbeat.He vaguely felt that his father's emotion was not just about the fact that he chose a man, but he couldn't say what it was.This intuition may come from a painter's habit of observing things carefully for a long time, or from an inexplicable instinct in the soul.But at this moment, this kind of intuitive suspicion even made him feel a fear of imminent disaster.

"Dad," Ling Dongzhi grabbed Dad Ling's sleeve, ignoring that he was still holding a flower shovel in his hand, "If you are really angry, hit me hard."

Something surged in Ling's father's eyes, and then slowly calmed down.After a long time, he shook his head, with a look of tiredness and emotion in his eyes, "Your mother told me that when the child grows up, he has the final say on who he wants to live with."

Ling Dongzhi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.He felt that his father was hiding something from him, and it was quite important, but he didn't know how to ask.According to Ling's father's personality, no one can make him talk about things he doesn't want to say.Ling Dongzhi could only convince himself, maybe it was just an illusion caused by being too nervous.

Ling's father said again: "Your brother is the boss of the family, and there must always be a child who takes the lead in every family. Since he has gone the way we hoped, your mother and I don't want to make too many demands on you. Your matter Son, I can't say how much I agree with it, but you are my son, so I won't just force you to do something. I only have one request. "

Ling Dongzhi saw the seriousness in his expression, and nodded quickly, "Speak, I'm listening."

"Although life is up to the two of you, but," Father Ling stared at his son closely, as if he was afraid that his son would miss an important word.He was emphasizing what he said almost word by word, "If this man makes his family trouble you, or make you suffer, you two should separate immediately!"

Ling Dongzhi nodded with difficulty, his scalp numb from the shock of Ling's father's decisive tone.

"A man who has the courage to choose his own life is not ashamed." Father Ling looked at his son's dazed eyes, and his expression became more gentle. "But you must never let others belittle you, let alone belittle yourself."

"I remember, Dad." Ling Dongzhi was still a little dizzy in his head, feeling uncomfortable like being hit by a stick, top-heavy, but also strangely relaxed.

He knew that his father was trying to spare him by exaggerating.

Father Ling looked at the corners of his son's grinning mouth, and shook his head, "Okay, okay, don't pretend to be here with me, go talk to your mother. I see she has turned her head here several times. "

"Okay." Ling Dongzhi jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

Behind him, Papa Ling restrained his shallow smile and sighed with a complicated expression.

Ling's mother knew her son's habits, so she went to the market early to buy fresh small yellow croakers, cleaned them up, wrapped them in flour and fried them.Those with seasoning are eaten by people, and those without seasoning are taken back to feed cats-I really don’t understand how her son, a boy with a height of 1.8 meters, is so patient with cats and dogs.

Ling Dongzhi picked up a small fried fish, stuffed it into his mouth while snorting hot air, and gave Ling Ma a thumbs up, "Mom, your skills are beyond words."

Mama Ling snorted and made no reply.There was a somewhat smug expression on his face.

Ling Dongzhi picked out the fishbone inside, and muttered worriedly, "No matter how thoroughly fried the fishbone is, you can't eat the fishbone inside. Cats don't have fingers. If they get stuck in their mouths, how will they get them out?"

"Don't worry about it," Ling Ma gave him a sideways glance, "Any cat is smarter than you!"

Midwinter Solstice, "..."

What kind of feng shui is this today? I was first despised by my own father, and then despised by my own mother.Could it be that I am really so stupid in their eyes? !

Ling Ma asked again, "What did your father say?"

Ling Dongzhi cheered her up, "I said Lidong is the leader in the family, so I let the ducks go."

Mama Ling froze for a moment, "That's all?"

"He also said that if that family member shows me face, I have to separate from him."

"It's more or less the same." Only then did Ling's mother feel that his wife was still a normal wife, and she was not out of her mind because of this brat's anger, "I've raised a son so big, why should I send him home to be bullied? Did you agree? "

Ling Dongzhi nodded quickly, "Of course."

Mother Ling felt relieved, "Let me tell you, if this man lets his family abuse the people around him—whether it's a man or a woman, it means that you are not even a family member in his mind. Think about it, follow He, you are blinded, and you are still a complete outsider in people's hearts, what future do you have here?"

"You're so right." Ling Dongzhi flattered Ling Ma desperately, "It's so reasonable."

"It's good to know." Ling's mother slapped his paw away angrily, "The paw is oily, where should I put it?"

Ling Dongzhi retracted his paw resentfully, and was about to touch another small fish, when he heard the door outside, Ling Ma quickly stopped him, "This is Lidong and the others coming back, you hurry to wash my hands. Turn around and let the baby see that you are holding it with your hands." Eating at will, no matter how you try to imitate, you will be as unruly as you are."

Midwinter Solstice, "..."

Sure enough, the ancients were right. After having a grandson, is the son worthless? !

"What are you doing? It smells so good." A brisk voice came from behind, and Han Min rolled up his sleeves as he entered the kitchen, "If there's anything else I haven't done, I'll come."

"It's nothing, there are two more dishes, and we can eat after frying the fish." Ling's mother asked her, "Where's the baby?"

"I went to find my grandpa." Han Min said with a smile, "I got a little red flower in the kindergarten today, and I am anxious to show off to my grandpa."

Ling Ma and Ling Dongzhi laughed together.

"Winter Solstice," Han Min blinked at Ling Dongzhi, and smiled meaningfully, "I heard about you. Don't worry, my sister-in-law will always stand by your side, no matter who he is, as long as you are happy." Yes. If he bullies you later, I'll beat him up for you. You don't know, I learned Sanda when I was in middle school."

Ling Dongzhi's heart fell to the ground with a thud, a big smile spread across his face, he stretched out his arms and put his arms around her shoulders, "Sister-in-law, you are so awesome."

Han Minle's eyes narrowed, "Hey, I've been here for so many years, and it's my honor to receive a hug from the winter solstice for the first time."

Ling's mother glanced at the two relatively silly people quite speechlessly, and felt that her daughter-in-law was also a bit of a second-guess. What she said...whose sister-in-law always hugs her uncle when she is fine?However, Han Min's attitude still makes her feel very useful. If she speaks sourly in front of Ling Dongzhi, or whispers in Ling Lidong's ear, making Ling Lidong dislike her younger brother, then she will be fine. I really have to think about whether to throw the couple out of the house.

"Grandma, grandma," Baby Ling ran in like a gust of wind, shouting as he ran, "I got three little red flowers today!"

Mama Ling smiled immediately, "San Duo Hua, the baby is awesome."

Baby Ling rushed into the kitchen, and saw Ling Dongzhi standing with his mother at a glance, his face immediately turned up, "Hmph, stinky uncle."

Ling Dongzhi felt that his action was very similar to brown sugar, so he couldn't help laughing, "Why did I become a stinky uncle? Look, I even bought you grapes. Didn't you tell grandma that you wanted to eat it last time?" Tizi?"

Baby Ling snorted arrogantly, "I don't want to eat anymore!"

Ling Dongzhi rubbed his head, "I know a very beautiful big dog, next time I have a chance to take you to see it, okay?"

Baby Ling looked at him suspiciously, "What kind of dog?"

"Husky," Ling Dongzhi opened his hand and gestured, "It's so big, with black and white flowers, and blue eyes. It's called Brown Sugar."

Ling Baobao tilted his head and thought for a while, "Okay, I won't call you bratty uncle from now on." Then he turned to look at Ling Lidong, "Dad, testify for me, or my uncle will play tricks again."

Ling Dongzhi turned his head and saw Ling Lidong staring at him with complicated eyes.Ling Dongzhi suddenly felt a little guilty, and was about to say something, when Ling Lidong's big hand went over Han Min's shoulder, and grabbed his neck, "Come on, come with me."

Han Min wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ling Ma's eyes, and could only open his mouth in vain, watching Ling Dongzhi being carried into the study unsteadily by her husband pinching the skin on the back of his neck.